Snow White frowned. Well, pouted. Everything he did was a little dramatic, it wasn't even always on purpose. He took a moment, trying to be patient, because Dylas had helped him.

"I...guess I can't judge..." he conceded. He ate hearts. Which was still superior, of course, but Dylas was a naga so maybe things were different.

"Someone gave it to you, after all. It's not like you locked them in their own oven then ate them... and destroyed their house..." He really hated those kids.